September Song


Well, it's a long, long time

From May to December.

But the days grow short,

When you reach September.

And the autumn weather

Turns the leaves to gray

And I haven't got time

For the waiting game.


And the days dwindle down

To a precious few

September, November

And these few precious days

I spend with you.

These precious days

I spend with you.

 

Maxwell Anderson / Kurt Weill